Autumn Night

Dreaming autumn night is really an Unspeakable pleasure; he knows it. Therefore when dusk settles on earth Inviting blinking stars to showcase Their tiny births; when coy crickets Being too cold in season’s first dew, That drips from the cold cheek of Moon, As a visitor in darkness at breathless recluse, He sits on a stone with accompanying comforts. Then lifts his eyes to Moonshine expanse, that Veiling the black of heaven with soft light, Which appears celestial more in condensing mists. Boundless dark field runs miles over hidden greens, Sparingly spotted with intermittent glow of worms Swelling in numbers; silence invites silence, Words of noise have fallen in lengthy slumber, and Not to adieu their grassy beds Till cock crows and shadow of night is defaced. He knows all as viewed them in previous night, Season’s finest hours here to stay, And busy owls strike shrills that thrill his drowsy nerves. He knows that this night has an end, Not of dreams, in seeming obscurity of day

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